Kathy & Carol - George Collins lyrics

George Collins rode out last Friday night There he took sick and died And when Misses Collins heard that George was dead She wrung her hands and cried Marian in the hallway a sewing her silk She's a sewing her silk so fine And hone she heard that George was dead She threw her sewing aside And she followed him up, she followed him down Followed him to his grave And there along hеr banded knee She wept, shе mourned, she prayed Ah dear daughter don't you take it so hard There's more pretty boys than George There's more pretty boys standing around But none so dear as George Sat down the coffin and lift up the lid Lay back the sheeting so fine That I may kiss those cold clay lips I know they'll never kiss mine